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Jonny Angel May 2015
The sweet fragrance of java
wafts gloriously
through my kitchen.
O wondrous Joe!
You are indeed,
a tasty hot elixir,
some sprinkled
with cream
and sugar,
sent to us
from
the gods
of the bean.
Jonny Angel May 2015
It was a time of innovation,
a period of fresh discovery
for us infantrymen.
Close quarter combat
was never fought like that,
M4's, NVG's and IPods,
with lot's of grenades.
Technological
advancements
so explosive,
beyond any
of our wildest dreams.
And yet,
and yet,
the deliveries
were still the same,
hand-to-hand,
we fought,
pulling pins,
listening
to the sound
of automatic bullets
whizzing overhead
& Ozzie,
some Metallica,
all season long.
Some things never change,
like war and death.
Jonny Angel May 2015
On windswept shores
I stand,
born before the universe,
I am the salt,
I existed
here before time.
I taste your breath
in the wind,
I feel your heart
quiver
in my *****,
and my tears
flow
for you,
only for you
my love.
Jonny Angel May 2015
"There's no such thing as a witch,"
Martha told me smiling
trying hard to hold the corners
of her lips from turning up
and holding her hand
over her pentagram
silver-necklace.
She dropped
a chicken foot
right next
to a circle of
six smoldering candles
& a burnt tarot card.
I knew then
it was time for me
to leave her premise.
I scooted across her yard
& locked the gate
behind me
feeling strange,
as if I were lying,
placed
under a spell.
Jonny Angel May 2015
Jesus,
what thick
gorgeous
long hair you have,
you're beautiful.
Oh your crystalline-eyes,
what heart stopper thighs,
I crave your tender *******!
Sweet full lips
like tender roses,
I can taste,
you can kiss me
forever,
like no tomorrow,
always darling.
Jonny Angel May 2015
Many a noggin
had been saved
by wearing
layers
of woven
carbon fiber.
"Put your helmet on son,"
he was told,
but he didn't listen.
His nickname
was Silly Rabbit.
Go figure.
Peaking from his hole,
he lost the whole top of his head
when a single round
grazed it.
Jonny Angel May 2015
I was told
words
are the windows
to souls.
Well
if that's true,
then what
are these eyes
revealing?
Why is there a space
of white
below
my irises?
Please
tell me.
Why are they jet black,
like coal?
And is that a comet...
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